and let's
see if he put up a job on us. If he did, we'll blow him up to-morrow
night, hey?"

"That's right. We got a can o' powder left under the pile by the
laylocks. How much is it?"

"We tol' him one thousand, didn't we? Same as he give the Law and
Order to help grab us. Now, listen! You take half of this and go one
way, an' I'll take half an' go the other. We can get away with five
hundred apiece."

"And we got the five hundred apiece we got for doin' the dynamite job,
too. Say, I never thought to have a thousand dollars at once in me
life. What's that?"

It was Philo Gubb, slipping the car door latch over the staple and
hammering home the hasp with a rock. It was the engine, backing
against the long row of cars to make a coupling, and then moving
slowly forward toward Derlingport as the heavy train got under way.
The two rascals hammered on the side of the car with their fists. They
swore. They kicked against the doors. Philo Gubb drew himself into the
next open car as the train moved away.

About the same time, Officer Purcell entered the Marshal's office,
where Wittaker and Billy Getz sat awaiting the coming of Philo Gubb.
Purcell led John Gutman, the town half-wit.

"I got him," he said proudly. "Caught him comin' out of Sam Wentz's
cellar window. Says he didn't mean no harm. Had a dream he was to
leave spoons on all the society folks an' he'd be invited to all their
parties."

"Did he fight you?" asked Wittaker. "Your pants is all stained up."

"Fight? No, he wouldn't fight a sheep. I tripped over a wire fence
cuttin' a corner an' fell into a flower-bed. Got Hail Columbia from
the lady, too. She said old man Westcote fell into the flowers
yesterday, and she didn't mean to have her flower-bed used as no
landin' place. Heard from Detective Gubb yet?"

Wittaker grinned. "We ought to hear from him soon. And I reckon he'll
be worth waiting to hear from."

And he was. Word came from him about an hour later. It was a telegram
from the Sheriff of Derling County:--

Detective Gubb captured two of the dynamiters to-night. Have
their confession. Arrest Pie-Wagon Pete, Long Sam Underbury,
and Shorty Billings. All implicated.

"An' the rewards tot up to five thousand dollars," said Officer
Purcell. "Let's hustle out an' nab the other three, an' maybe we can
split it with Gubb."

"And us sitting here thinking we had a joke on him!" exclaimed Marshal
Wittaker with disgust. "It makes me sick!"